Growth

Growth

A Poem by Hope

Ticking clock and racing time -
  Why can't I just seem to hide?
I know my talents must be used.
  Insecurities do fuse.
My passions fail against the tide -
  this pool of knowledge: hide is crime.
Dropping out there drip by drip -
  no whale can fit inside of it.

© 2013 Hope


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Added on November 26, 2013
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Hope
Hope

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My name is Hope. Music and poetry have been my life since before I can remember. I can't tell you who I am, but I can only show you. What I can tell you is who I believe in. I believe that Jesus .. more..

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